Listening to the smashing pumpkins in bed, with a space heater. Matt's making me popcorn and my feet are finally warm. I'll never get sick of this. Back to Delaware tomorrow, headache motion sickness and no ipod, kill me. I need to set a plan to work my way out, all loose ends secured and maybe bring my dog, typewriter and keds. It's certainly been a strange couple of days, in a good way. In a way that I'll think back and say "well shit, I'm glad that finally happened." Kill em' with kindness.